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At this point, some of the more cowardly enemies had already begun to turn and flee.

They fled desperately backwards, staggering and panicking.

They even threw away their weapons just so they could run faster.

He was terrified of being caught up by Tang Lan and becoming a victim of his gun.

But Tang Lan would not let them off so easily. He flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the fleeing enemies, his speed astonishing.

The Overlord Spear in his hand mercilessly reaped their lives; wherever the spear tip passed, blood splattered, staining the earth red.

The battlefield reeked of a thick, nauseating stench of blood.

At Tang Lan's feet lay piles of enemy corpses, layer upon layer, like a small mountain.

He was like a demon who had emerged from hell, covered in blood, yet still exuding a chilling aura.

"Tang Lan is so strong!"

Ma Xiaotao's gaze fell on Tang Lan, her beautiful eyes sparkling with admiration and wonder.

She parted her lips slightly and murmured to herself:

"Such formidable strength and such a fierce offensive are truly breathtaking."

Tang Ya stood to the side, her hands unconsciously clenching, her pretty face flushed with excitement, and said:

"With Brother Tang Lan here, we will surely defeat these enemies!"

Yu'er nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with determination, and said:

"That's right. Watching him fight bravely on the battlefield, I felt my blood boil."

Jiang Nannan pursed her lips slightly, a gentle smile on her face, and said softly:

"Brother Tang Lan has always been so strong. He seems to be a war god born for battle. With him charging ahead, we cannot show weakness."

At this moment, Tang Lan on the battlefield was still majestic and awe-inspiring. The Overlord Spear in his hand was like a deadly weapon, and every swing brought a storm of blood and gore.

Those enemies were like fragile ants in front of him, unable to withstand his powerful offensive.

Tang Lan's roar echoed across the battlefield, his figure like an insurmountable barrier, protecting his comrades behind him.

Although the Holy Spirit Cult and the powerful figures of the four great empires were still putting up a last-ditch resistance, their momentum had clearly weakened, and the fear in their eyes was growing stronger.

Ma Xiaotao stared intently at Tang Lan, secretly making a resolution in her heart: "I must cultivate even harder, just like Tang Lan!"

Tang Ya clenched her fists and said, "Brother Tang Lan is so brave, we must follow in his footsteps and not hold him back."

Yu'er and Jiang Nannan exchanged a glance, and both saw a firm determination in each other's eyes.

Inspired by Tang Lan, everyone's fighting spirit soared, and they unleashed their strongest soul skills to fight the enemy to the death.

"Damn it, damn it!"

On the side of the four great empires and the Holy Spirit Cult, angry roars exploded like thunder.

"Why? Why does a mere second-ring Soul Master possess such terrifying combat power?"

One of them had a distorted face and wide-open eyes, staring intently at the figure in front of him who was displaying astonishing strength. The disbelief in his heart almost consumed his reason.

"Didn't the intelligence say he was seriously injured? He doesn't look seriously injured at all."

Another person clenched their fist, veins bulging on their arm.

Sweat streamed down his forehead, and his voice trembled with extreme anger and bewilderment.

"The intelligence has misled us!"

A man who looked like a general was furious, his hair standing on end and his eyes bloodshot.

He whirled around, glaring angrily at the intelligence gathering personnel behind him.

That fierce gaze seemed to want to devour him alive.

"Such flawed intelligence has led us into this predicament. What kind of incompetent bunch are you?!"

His roar echoed throughout the entire camp, and everyone's faces darkened, filled with resentment and unwillingness.

The people from the four great empires and the Holy Spirit Cult were both shocked and furious.

They were initially very confident, thinking they could easily defeat their opponent.

Unexpectedly, all their plans were disrupted by a second-ring Soul Master, leaving them in such a passive situation.

Among the crowd, a general from one of the four great empires, his face ashen, gritted his teeth and said:

"This is a disgrace to us! A mere second-ring Great Soul Master has made us look so pathetic."

"What the hell is our intelligence department doing?!" The soldiers around him all lowered their heads, not daring to speak, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

On the Holy Spirit Cult's side, a black-robed wizard, his face grim, gripped his staff tightly, his knuckles white from the force, and he said viciously:

"This faulty intelligence almost wiped out our entire army. We must make those guys who provided the intelligence pay the price when we get back!"

The surrounding cultists were also filled with anger and fear. They had thought it would be an easy battle, but they had not expected to encounter such a powerful opponent.

At this time, unrest began to break out in the united camp of the four great empires and the Holy Spirit Church. Soldiers whispered among themselves, and morale was low.

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Some began to complain: "How can we fight like this? We've been completely misled by the wrong intelligence."

Some even considered giving up:

"Why don't we retreat first? Continuing like this is just a waste of time and death."

However, they also knew that retreating at this moment would result in severe punishment.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue facing that terrifying second-ring Soul Master, his heart filled with despair and helplessness.

"Hahaha, you didn't expect that the truly powerful one isn't us, but Tang Lan himself."

The unrestrained laughter echoed in the air.

The Time Douluo's face was full of arrogance, his eyes narrowed into slits.

His lips curled up exaggeratedly, full of smugness and contempt.

Watching Tang Lan continuously slaughter the disciples of the four great empires and the Holy Spirit Cult, Time Douluo was in high spirits.

He crossed his arms, threw his head back, and laughed wildly, his eyes filled with the joy of victory, tears streaming down his face.

"Look at this situation, it's completely one-sided!"

Looking at the Star Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo before him, their faces ashen, Time Douluo couldn't help but sneer:

"What? Weren't you all so arrogant and confident of victory?"

"Look at this situation now, your so-called confidence is a complete joke!"

He tilted his head, glancing sideways at the other person, his smile growing increasingly unrestrained, his eyes gleaming with provocation.

Every word spoken was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the other person's heart.

The Fallen Sword Soul Douluo, standing to the side, also spoke up in a sarcastic tone:

"Hmph, they thought they could control everything by joining forces, but they were utterly defeated by Tang Lan alone. How utterly laughable!"

He snorted coldly, his brows furrowed, the corners of his mouth turned down, his eyes filled with disdain, and his tone was icy and sharp.

Ice Bear Douluo chimed in, "That's right. I thought you guys were all that capable, but it turns out you're nothing special."

"Tang Lan's strength is beyond your expectations." (End of Chapter)